Stigmata was a rather tall, spearing figure— the moody sort: a wolf distant, austere, and altogether beguiling— slaked in the manners of an ingenious predator and warden. Over a sound, serpentine build, the pragmatic basilisk was draped with blackpepper fur atop a tousled sterling undercoat; his tail and ears flush with a brooding dusk-brown. He had a tone likened to Vicious, and his eyes, muddied and unremarkable at a distance, were up close awash with emotion and dyed a deep, dull damascene silver.